Old Irish love poem

O God, that I and my love
of the smooth white breast were together.
And none awake in the land of Ireland,
Men and women deep in sleep
While my love and I make play!
O fair-hued and loveliest of women,
O guiding star of my destiny,
I shall never believe from priest or brother
That there is sin in making love …

… Never will death come near us,
In the middle of the fragrant wood.

-- O Tuama, an Irish love poet,
from "An Gra in Amhrain,"
transl. Prosinias Mac Cana